Arriving at the entrance, Feng Kexin pointed at the man standing opposite the Su Family's gate and said: "It's him."
At the Su Family's gate, it was rare for people to dare to stop, so the man standing there appeared rather conspicuous.
This was a man in his forties, dressed plainly, not very tall, about 1.75 meters, standing there like a javelin, unremarkable at first glance yet radiating a presence that was hard to ignore.
Song Xiaodong, with Feng Kexin in tow, walked towards him, and the man just watched them approach without moving.
"Sir, please come inside for a chat," Song Xiaodong extended his hand with polite hospitality.
"Okay!" The man uttered just one word, his voice low but decidedly forceful, and his facial expression didn't show the slightest bit of panic.
